the lullaby
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
Thinking that for once, at least, he hadn't been doing anything wrong, the Lullaby's eyebrows flit together before Isla clarifies and he finds himself sighing and looking down. "I was not trying to...I didn't mean.." He tries, before Isla points out what's obvious to both of them regardless of what Remi does or doesn't remember. Scrubbing a hand through his curls, he bites at the inside of his cheek and closes his eyes, head shaking softly. "Yeah." He agrees, sounding thoroughly defeated. "That has not changed."
Obtuse though Remi was, he could of course clearly see that his presence was upsetting Isla even with his gaze pulled away from her. But hadn't he done what was best for them? For her, as much as for himself? Would she have preferred to carry around his death with her, instead of this one-sided sadness?
"I think.." Remi begins carefully, his gaze flitting up cautiously somewhere around her shoulder. "..that whatever words I owe you because of what I did...I am no longer the man who can speak them." Once there had been a man who'd imagined this meeting. Who had torn apart sections of the Greatwood with his grief, and whose despair over the heartache he knew would come to his best friend was entirely his fault. That man had been broken and bruised to the very core of who he was, submitting to the death of an important part of himself to keep both he and Isla safe.
Obtuse though Remi was, he could of course clearly see that his presence was upsetting Isla even with his gaze pulled away from her. But hadn't he done what was best for them? For her, as much as for himself? Would she have preferred to carry around his death with her, instead of this one-sided sadness?
"I think.." Remi begins carefully, his gaze flitting up cautiously somewhere around her shoulder. "..that whatever words I owe you because of what I did...I am no longer the man who can speak them." Once there had been a man who'd imagined this meeting. Who had torn apart sections of the Greatwood with his grief, and whose despair over the heartache he knew would come to his best friend was entirely his fault. That man had been broken and bruised to the very core of who he was, submitting to the death of an important part of himself to keep both he and Isla safe.
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
